Sleeping beauty

Posted on 28 Jan 2016 @ 6:42am by Lieutenant JG Lenaris Marika
Edited on 28 Jan 2016 @ 7:10am

340 words; about a 2 minute read

Personal log, Stardate 67594.3
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I went to see her. The new Abbey. The one everyone is trying very hard not to acknowledge. You see it in the way they look at her old quarters, or the way they slow down when they pass near the brig.
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I get it. They lost one of their own. Normally loss leaves a void. An empty space people try and fill with something, sometimes anything. But this time, they didn't get a void. They got her.
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The impostor..
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I wonder what that feels like. To know you don't belong. Yet have that earning to belong. I guess I'm lucky. I've always known exactly where I fit in. I never had to try too hard at anything.
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hmm
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She's in for a rough ride that one.
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No matter what they decide to do with her. It will not be an easy thing. .
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I wanted to see her. Talk with her. See if she was anything like the fun woman I met in a transporter room. But she was asleep. So instead I just watched her for a while. The officer on duty, who's name I can't remember, obviously thought I was insane or something. I think he even gave me a look of disgust as I left.
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I was lucky to be born when things started looking up. To be raised in a world rebuilding itself. But I've heard the stories. I know the pain. And I can sympathize. Sometimes good people do bad things. Sometimes bad people change.
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I hope... I hope they give her a chance to turn around. To become more than what she once was.
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I'm sure many would balk, or even protest in very loud manner at the notion. But I'm a child of Bajor.
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It is within me, to believe that everything can grow from a second chance.
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I think I'll go back tonight. Watch her sleep some more. Maybe my presence will help her feel safe.
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Goodbye my pretty ballerina. May the Prophets guide you home.
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(sigh)
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End log.

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